Monday, 21 June 2010

Monday Morning Spam Poetry

A bit of Spam Poetry to start a Monday morning.   Usually, spam has a URL or something like that.   This one had nothing of the sort.   Just poetry.


by chinese cabinets, conceived every black'ning church appals; sit in a cage and sing. why thou complainest not when in one hour thou fade away:
to my other plain or fair and passes in a tear,-- keeps on playing handel's water music to my other plain or fair